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Posts tagged “water

Miercurea fara cuvinte…Villa Escudero Waterfall restaurant

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Miercurea fara cuvunte starts HERE

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The Power…

Dreams,

They’re all the same.

Pleasant fantasies becoming real.

Materializing hope,

Wishes,

Lies.

The water is calm,

Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.

The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.

Everything is right.

This is false security made in the depths of Hell.

Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,

And brings me to the painful,

Smiting abomination that is real life.

The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,

Lush forests are burnt to the ground,

Just like the lives beneath them.

Smoke and ash fill the fogging air

As the world becomes clarity around me.

Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.

The downward spiral

Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,

As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.

We wait for the light but behold darkness.

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Memories of the waves….

Sometimes I miss the sun rising and setting over the carribean sea

Soft warm white sand between my toes

Azure blue waters , clear warm , colors vibrating ,soft ripples of waves

The warm sun , the light cool breeze over the island

the steeldrum band playing, the coconuts fresh off the tree

Sometimes I miss the full moon over the atlantic ocean

house high waves rolling and crashing on the beach and the cliffs

water spraying spraying like a fountain

huge vibrations thundering through the rock beneath

the smell so fresh and full of freedom

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In ocean waves there’s melody…

In ocean waves there’s melody…

Est in arundineis modulatio musica ripis

In ocean waves there’s melody
There’s harmony within the clash of elements,
And a harmonious tuneful whisper
Streams through the rippling rushes.
There’s unperturbable order everywhere,
Full consonance in nature,
And only our illusory freedom
Is out of tune with her.
Whence, how did this dischord arise?
And why, amidst the universal chorus,
Do human souls not sing as does the sea,
Why does the sentient reed sigh?
And from the earth unto the highest stars
Unanswered to this very day
A voice lamenting in the wilderness,
The soul protests despairingly?

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The need to be calm…..


Photo by me here..

Green-Water Stream

To reach the Yellow-Flowered River

Go by the Green-Water Stream.

A thousand twists and turns of mountain

But the way there can’t be many miles.

The sound of water falling over rocks

And deep colour among pines.

Gently green floating water-plants.

Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.

I am a lover of true quietness.

Watching the flow of clear water

I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock

casting a line on the endless stream.

Wang Wei (699-759 AD)

Note: The uncarved rock is the Tao. The endless stream is the Tao

 

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Just drifting by…..

Giethoorn, the Venice of Holland, is found in the North West of the province Overijssel in the middle of the nature reserve De Wieden, the area is called Waterreijk.
The village Giethoorn is special in the Netherlands because of it’s caracteristic wooden arch bridges and canals, in the center is not a road but a canal where you have to travel by boat. That is why Giethoorn is called the Venice of Holland.

Giethoorn was founded by a group of fugitives. They came around 1230 from regions bordering the Mediteranean. These first inhabitants found masses of horns of wild goats, which had probably died in 1170 during the St. Elizabeth’s flood. They called their settlement Geytenhorn (geit = goat), ulimately becoming Giethoorn (dialect goat = geit = giet).

The village owes it characteristic appearance to peatdigging. The peatdiggers dug up the peat-soil at the places that most suited them, mixed it in a trough and spread it out on the land to dry. The result could be cut as peat. This peatdigging led to the formation of large and small lakes. To transport the peat ditches and canals were excavated. Many houses are as it were built on little islands, reached through a high bridge. All this imparts to Giethoorn a beauty unequalled anywhere else.

http://www.zwaantje.nl/uk.giethoorn.html